Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Libya and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Real Kids to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Minor Threat,
Gabor Szabo,
Negative Approach,
Minny Pops,
The Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Vladislav Delay,
Moss Icon,
Y Pants,
James White and The Blacks,
David Axelrod,
Lower 48,
X-Ray Spex,
Suicide,
Rhythm & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers,
Easy Going,
Second Layer,
Cluster,
Soul II Soul,
Jacques Brel,
Max Romeo,
Marc Almond,
The Black Dice,
T.S.O.L.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gladiators,
Kas Product,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
The Kinks,
Judy Mowatt,
Section 25,
Iggy Pop,
Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Roxy Music,
Cymande,
Arthur Verocai,
MDC,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül,
Ponytail,
Pere Ubu,
Eli Mardock,
Anthony Braxton,
The Index,
Sparks,
L. Decosne,
The Standells,
Scott Walker,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Urselle,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.